I was rearranging books on our bookshelf the other day when a folded piece of paper towel floated to the ground. In it was a pressed white rose. It took me a moment but then I remembered—I had saved one of Sophie’s roses from the dozen Andy brought home for her when she was only about a month old and pressed it between books so that she may have it always. I was happy to have found it.
“You are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose.” —Antoine de Saint-Exupery